I am getting to it.

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I have refilled the dish rinse twice.  Why?  I keep timing out.  If the water is too cold the dishes won't dry well.  This time, though, I pulled out the oscillating saw, set it up, and began cutting out the baseboard drywall.  I was right, the walls are slat and mud... or such... behind the drywall.  There is no vapor barrier.  Though this is a dryer area.  Not sure that actually, truly, matters.  Anyway, I went to it.

I had thought, or hoped, the oscillating saw would get in behind the toilet, but it doesn't look like it will.  Maybe, if I angle it in and back?  I am nervous about chipping the toilet or causing some other very unhappy damage with the tool back in there.  I will tinker with it, unplugged, for a while.  If all else fails, perhaps a chisel, sharpy, hammer, large and small flathead screwdrivers, and a lot of patience?  I don't mind, I'd just rather... be done with it now.

I like the little tool.  I can see where it can come in handy, especially for work that won't be visible or rough choring something so that all that might remain is sanding.  It weighs more than I thought it would, but that is generally, to my ways and nature, a good thing.  I hate when I go to grab a tool and feel as if I am holding a feather.  That is for... other men.  I like to know I have a tool in my hand.

Oh, next time I go to work in a smaller area, and see that it is kicking up dust, I will wear a mask.  I have several around, somewhere.  Before I do more tinkering I do believe I will find some... even those simple formed paper looking things.  I should get better masks though, due to the age of this house and all else.  Live and learn... it is hoped.

I'll look for the whatever mask I can find right quick, finish the cuts however I must, sweep in there again, hit the dishes, take a shower, than relax for a bit.  Then check out that paperwork.  I'm... getting going.  Later.